avatarJ.D. Harms

Summary

The poem "Small Town Distractions" reflects on the impact of a corner store's closure in a quiet town, evoking themes of change, vulnerability, and the struggle to maintain composure in the face of life's transitions.

Abstract

"Small Town Distractions" is a contemplative poem that captures the emotional landscape of a small town facing the closure of a beloved corner store. The poem paints a picture of a place where the streets are wide and open, yet rarely traversed, save for the occasional presence of the elderly. It delves into the narrator's personal struggle with the fear of being judged for showing vulnerability, likening the act of falling to the embarrassment of singing off-key. The poem conveys a sense of resignation, as the narrator acknowledges the futility of addressing the situation, focusing instead on the necessity of covering up the noise of scorn and the effort of moving past the distress. The imagery of erasure, whether of foresight or anxiety, suggests a coping mechanism of ignoring problems and pressing forward despite the dragging weight of one's burdens.

Opinions

  • The narrator feels a deep sense of embarrassment and vulnerability at the thought of being seen struggling or falling in the small town setting.
  • There is a palpable sense of scorn or judgment from others that the narrator wishes to cover up, indicating a fear of being ridiculed.
  • The poem reflects a sense of inevitability and resignation towards change, particularly the closure of the corner store, which seems to symbolize a significant loss for the community.
  • The narrator seems to be in a state of denial or avoidance, suggesting that the best course of action is to ignore the problem and move on, as exemplified by the act of tossing away a pack (perhaps symbolizing memories or attachments).
  • The poem conveys a longing for a more thrilling or less anxious existence, as seen in the desire to have 'twinkles' in the eyes, free from the burdens of foresight and anxiety.

Small Town Distractions

A Poem

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A new disjunction brought by the cornerstore that’s closing down the wide open street No one ever walks here well, except for the old I can’t bear to be seen falling down here, singing some ridiculous song as though losing my balance wasn’t important enough to stop shouting for Little hoarse gelled bits in the throat covering up a some of the noise the scorn that heaps on the trying to get over this nonsense I should leave it alone toss away more than half the pack be seen with thrilling twinkles in my eyes, starred or whatever You bring up the mess and I keep saying there’s nothing to be done about it just the covering up now the erasure of foresight and anxiety as stripped and stumbling legs go on tapping out their dragging beat

J.D. Harms 2020

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